It is with books as with the fires of our grates, everybody borrows a light from his neighbor to kindle his own, which in turn is communicated to others, and each partakes of all.
I know of no great men except those who have rendered great service to the human race.
History is a pack of lies we play on the dead.
All is but illusion and disaster.
I am very fond of truth, but not at all of martyrdom.
All pleasantry should be short; and it might even be as well were the serious short also.